I Keep My Focus On The Simple Things

Ásta groaned and flopped down in the sand. "If I hadn't tripped… but fair's fair. I'll take care of the clean up." The fox got to her feet, shaking the sand out of her pelt as she headed back to where they'd been crafting. Gossamer was just about to go with her when she noticed her older brother Mortis, headed her way, challenging her to a race. Yay! She puffed herself up. "You're on! Where should we race to?" She glanced about then spied a gnarled tree a ways up the beach. "Hey, we can race to that tree. Just a minute, I need to catch my breath." She flopped down, panting. "Whatcha been up to, Mort?"